mira getting bangs for the first time in her career (it was one of those wig/fake bangs) and all the fans being like "no, queen! where is your forehead?" "mira we miss your light reflector of a forehead" "how will huntrix perform without their reflector?!"
and zoey just making fun of her and posting a picture of a shrine for Mira's forehead.
zoey: lol
mira: shut up, they literally begged you to go back to your bangs because your forehead was too big
zoey: *gasps* betrayal!
*rumi being silently grateful she somehow has a pass on having the same hair since she was born debut*
For the record I think Mira would be a 95% hydration focaccia. Is that what I drew? Haha, no. 😎✌️
Post-"What It Sounds Like" Rumi would be the funfetti challah I saw once. Bc the patterns and all.
Zoey's a Münsterländer Bauernstuten, which is apparently a wheatmix bread? German friend said it would fit bc she's American and Korean, but idk, I just work here.
It doesn't matter whether it's demons or something perfectly mundane, Mira is devastated. She's the visual, the dancer, the choreographer. She can't lose a leg!
The uneven lump underneath her hospital sheets says otherwise.
There's definitely a lot more to say with this, but imagining the potential fanfic culminating as a three person ballet dance with Rumi and Zoey.
There's something more impactful if it wasn't demon related.
She expected to get hurt hunting demons, she expected that a crazy fan might try and attack them.
She didn't expect the stage collapse. Old joints in an older building. It was always going to come down, but the venue really thought it would hold up another couple years. Or maybe the inspection didn't go as planned, but cancelling a huntrix concert would basically by signing the death certificate of the aging facility.
She's got so many different feelings. She can't dance for month, as least. She might never be able to act as the visual again, she needs help getting to the bathroom.
But she kept them safe. She saw the first beam as it swung down to the crowd. Years and years of training launched her into the crowd. She caught the stage piece, and the crowd pulled each other to safety as Rumi and Zoey handled the masses and evacuation.
And then the second beam fell, and the third, and Mira's strong, but she's not that strong.
She's dug out in less than an hour, but her leg is wrecked.
Huntr/x doing an interview and the host refuses to let the topic of “which Saja Boys x Huntr/x ship do you like the most” die so Rumi decides three things simultaneously
1. This topic was not agreed upon in the briefs beforehand so she and her team aren’t answering squat
2. This guy keeps asking her “what’s your favourite ship” completely unaware that part of being an avid train enthusiast means having secondary, yet at times equally strong, interests in other forms of transportation and this guy just gave her the opening of a lifetime
3. She finally has a platform and a live audience and this particular rant needs to be heard, dammit
And what follows trends online for weeks afterward and becomes affectionately known as “Rumi’s Surprise Lecture on Why the Carpathia was the Best Ship”
Guys.... this may be obvious and I'm just slow... but that scene in Rumi's bedroom where she's trying to hide Derpy and Jinu's note from Mira.... I always wondered how Mira didn't see anything and then I realized SHES FUCKING BLIND IN THAT SCENE YALL!!
SHE DOESN'T HAVE HER GLASSES ON AND ITS PROBABLY LATE ENOUGH THAT SHE'S TAKEN OUT HER CONTACTS. I FEEL SO DUMB. It makes so much sense now.
The fact that to Mira, Rumi and Zoey are her family. The way she always asks if they're okay, the way she makes sure they're comfortable. The way she doesn't allow harm to come their way. The way she protects them from what they don't even notice. The way she's always there when they're in trouble.
The way that while Rumi worries about being perfect and Zoey worries about being enough, Mira worries about them being okay.
Summary: Jinx finds you napping on the couch and she convinces you to have some hot & sweaty no A/C sex with her.
Cw: nsfw, mdni, men dni, no pronouns used, reader is kinda butch, oral sex, fingering, reader receiving, mild convincing to have sex, consensual somnophilia if you squint, occasional pet names, modern au.
A/n: I'm pretty sure I got possessed while writing this bc I blacked out ('twas probably the heat) and 6 hours later I had 1.8k words of Jinx fic when I don't even read/write Jinx stuff. She might be a little ooc bc of that, but I tried my best. You'll notice it is not, in fact, mid-August, because I am a slacker, but I also refuse to change the timing of my fic. Also, for anyone in metric, 85°F is about 30°C.
Mid-august was the worst. There weren't too many things that could make you give up your Saturday morning workouts, but this disgusting heat was one of them.
"'Be eco-friendly' they said. 'It doesnt get that unbearably hot here, we'll be fine with fans and open windows' they said." you muttered to yourself. Except there was no "they". It was your past self that stupidly decided 85 degrees was "bearable," and now you were suffering for it. Deserved.
Well, heat or not, Jinx had gotten her shit together and gone to do the weekly grocery trip as usual, so there was no excuse for you to not at least be a little productive.
Dishes, dusting, then a book. That should tide you over for the hour or so until she came back.
"Hey babe, I'm home!"
No answer. Jinx listened as she took off her shoes and put her keys up by the door. Strange. You'd usually be taking a post-gym shower by now. Either way, she shrugged off the few grocery bags and left them on the floor of the entryway, not even bothering to move them the few steps into the kitchen. She would deal with it when it wasn't so fucking muggy in the house.
Worn out from the trip, Jinx dragged herself to the living room in hopes that the bigger windows would give some relief and circulate the hot stagnant air.
All of her exhaustion was almost forgotten when she saw you on the couch, book barely staying in your hand, glasses haphazardly arranged on your face as you laid there in just a sports bra and basketball shorts, legs already spread like an invitation.
Good thing she already RSVP'd yes.
You woke up to a gentle but sharp feeling on your skin, just below your belly button. You groaned and tried to stretch yourself awake, but stopped suddenly when your thigh hit something large. A mild panic raced through you, and you popped your head up, only to see a softly giggling Jinx looking up at you and nibbling at your stomach.
"Hmm, didn't take you long to wake up hun! I was almost gonna have to get to the good part without you," she teased. From the look in her eyes you could tell someone was enjoying this.
You weren't as amused, though.
"Hell no! Are you kidding? It's too hot for sex." Just the heat radiating off of her body onto your inner thighs made you feel 3 degrees hotter. Not to mention, you were already glazed in a dewy coat of sweat from just laying on the couch. No way. Physical activity was pushing it. Hell knows even your walk from the couch to take a cold shower might make enough heat to fry a few brain cells.
Jinx pouted at your response, but nonetheless started to get up off her elbows and out from between your legs, until–
"You know, you really need to learn how to have a little fun sometimes." She smirked and suddenly leaned back down to blow on the wet skin she'd just worked on.
The sudden cold sent a shiver up your body and an uncontrollable "mgh!" out of your lips. Your eyes opened — half from the shock of the cold, half from the sudden pulse you felt below your waistband.
"Ha! I knew it!" Jinx yelled smugly. "Don't try to hide it from me, I can see your thighs moving!" Shit. The need to get friction between your legs gave you away.
"C'mon sugar, just this once?" she asked, putting on her best puppy eyes and clambering up your body so she could look at you face to face.
You met Jinx's eyes, desperately trying to resist her, but damn, your girl was nothing if not cute, and she knew it. Jinx leaned a little closer and nibbled your bottom lip, sealing your fate. The throb between your legs wasn't getting any less persistent, and neither was Jinx. You sighed, knowing you weren't gonna get any cooler until the sun went down, so what was a little extra action gonna do? You'd missed gym day anyways, so you figured this was today's excersise.
"Fine, but you're taking a cold shower with me afterward."
Jinx gave a quick "thank you" kiss before getting off of you and shifting her focus to what was under those shorts. Her begging face was gone, now replaced by sly ravenous eyes that looked at you like you were a 5 star meal — which, to be fair, was probably what Jinx thought of you as right now. With your shorts now gone, she took a moment to look at you; legs spread, breathing heavier than usual from the heat, with the sun gistening off of your sweaty skin in a way that drove her wild.
Oh she had to get a taste of this.
You watched her go down between your legs and heard the moan she let out as her tongue hit your clit and she could finally taste you. Instead of being sated, her hunger for you only seemed to intensify as she sped up, licking and kissing your clit with a singularly focused desire that you were convinced was just to torture you via stimulation. You could feel the cool air from every gasp, breath, and exhale through her nose brush against you, teasing every nerve ending with her imminent touch. Jinx's whines of desire grew into louder moans, and she couldn't help but run her nails across the delicate inner skin of your upper thigh. The way they grazed those sensitive nerves electrified you, and a spasm of arousal ran throughout your body, causing your thighs to squeeze Jinx's head, trapping her closer to your dripping wet cunt.
She looked up at you with a foxy smile.
"~I found your sweet spot~" she sang, before she turned her head and nipped the spot she'd grazed you before.
The reaction was almost as intense the second time. The way your core tightened involuntarily, the breathy, deep groan you let out, and the way your thighs were tightening around her face was giving Jinx a rush of euphoria from the power she had over you, and she was oh so quick to exercise it too. She had a new obsession to put her focus into, and she didn't plan on letting you get off easy.
Your breathing was heavy and uneven now, and your mind was cloudy — more from what Jinx was doing between your legs than from the heatwave now. At some point during her attack on your inner thighs, clit, and occasionally lower belly, you had grabbed the back of the couch and the armrest above your head, trying to find some stability to help you grind your hips into Jinx's face.
You were no longer watching Jinx eat you out. Your head was instead thrown back on the pillows, and your jaw was slack, save for the occasional clench when you let out a groan in between your pants and moans. You were being worked up for her, but it wasn't enough. And Jinx knew.
She saw the way you were desperately clenching your pussy on nothing. She felt the way you bucked into her when she grazed her thumb between your labia. She knew, but she was waiting.
"Feeling good, hun?" she asked, smiling casually up at you.
You took a moment to catch your breath, then looked down at her, and almost laughed. Who was she trying to fool? Her cheeks and neck were flushed bright red and sweaty, along with her forehead, which had a wild pattern of stray blue hairs stuck to it from the moisture. She wasn't breathing nearly as hard as you, but her soft, shallow pant didn't go unnoticed.
You'd call it cute if she hadn't just been depriving you of a proper climax a moment ago. A climax that still desperately wanted to come. You shuffled your hips a little at the thought. Ugh, she had you trapped.
"What are you getting at?" you questioned, starting to become skeptical of her casual facade.
She grinned, clearly amused at her own setup.
"I want you to beg me to help you finish."
You gotta be kidding me.
She wasn't. Jinx expectantly raised her eyebrows and hummed. "So what's it gonna be, huh?"
Screw it. You could pay her back for this in the shower later, but first you had to get yourself taken care of.
"Jinx, please help me finish," you said reluctantly. She probably got off on seeing you this embarrassed.
"Hmmm."
She moved her hand between your legs and gently grabbed your labia between her thumb and index finger, softly kneading it while barely whispering her touch over the areas she knew were desperately tingling for stimulation.
"One more time. Like you mean it." She moved herself over your torso, eager to continue, with an expectant look on her face.
You folded immediately. You needed her bad, and at this point it wasn't so much begging as it was an earnest request for her to keep going.
"Baby, please, I need it. I need you inside-"
Before you could finish your plea, Jinx already had a finger inside of you. Looks like she was just as worked up as you were. Her over-excited rhythm gave away that much.
Despite the erratic pace, you couldn't help but let out a groan of satisfaction. Finally, you had something stimulating you from the inside — something you desperately wanted from the moment Jinx had her mouth on you. The feeling of pleasure made your back arch, bringing your chest closer to Jinx's face; an action that didn't go unnoticed.
"I can't belive I almost forgot to free these puppies up!" she breathed. "Let's get this thing off of you and see these beauties," she said, as she unzipped the front of your sports bra, letting it fall away and reveal your glistening sweaty skin underneath.
"Beautiful," Jinx whispered. Her fingers slowed inside of you, giving you a chance to look up and see her absolutely mesmerized by your chest. The way it rose and fell and caught shimmers in the light captivated her. Slowly, she leaned down and caught one of them in her mouth. Her free hand came up and softly kneaded the breast she was working on, and as she got more into it, the pace of her other hand slowly started to resume it's tempo.
You watched Jinx all but devour you in a state of trance. The headiness from feeling her fingers, her mouth, and the heat made the world around you a haze, and in that moment all you could focus on was her. The way she gasped for a quick breath every time her lips left your chest. The way her body was subtly rocking to the rhythm of her fingers. The way her own lust was revealed through the red flush of her face and the half-lidded glaze of her eyes. Every part of her was captivating.
You could have stayed like that forever, but the tension that had been building in your lower belly had to be released, and you were forcefully drawn out of your trance by the wave of euphoria hitting your full body. Jinx felt you shudder under her as your climax traveled up your body and caught in your throat. She slowed her fingers, helping you ride it out, and you could feel the smile on her lips as she lightly laughed while planting a trail of small kisses up your neck. Only when your body recovered from your orgasm did Jinx remove her fingers so she could reach up, cup your face with both hands, and steady her kiss. You leaned into her, gently deepening the kiss, melting into her lips as you closed your eyes and simply breathed in her presence.
"Did I do good?" Jinx asked after a moment, softly breaking contact with your lips and resting her forehead head on yours.
"Mhmm" you smiled, finally opening your eyes to look at her. "You were the best."
You weren't lying. There was no topping this anytime soon. You didn't know if it was the post-sex haze or if she was just that hot, but you really wanted to repay the favor. Maybe even twofold.
Yeah, twofold sounded great. Not to mention she still had to answer for teasing you earlier...
"Alright, now get off me, and get in that shower like we promised. I'll be there in a sec," you said, gently rolling her off of your torso and sitting up.
Jinx lit up at that – a wide uninhibited smile paintinted her face. "I'll get your strap!" she laughed, planting a quick kiss on your cheek and practically running down the hall to get ready for round two.
It wasn't until you walked out from your shower — clean, cooled off, and tired — that you both noticed what had been forgotten by the front door.
"Shit, the groceries."
Woo, finally got this finished! You don't know how hard i struggled not to use incredibly medical language while writing this. I don't even like sex, I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. I got a little lazy at the end, hopefully that's not too noticeable!
Feel free to point out any typos, there's probably a couple in there since I wrote and edited this whole thing without glasses.
